Who: Emma and Autumn What: Autumn comes to get her gift When: Late evening after this Where: Emma's trailer Rating: TBD, low-ish. Status: Complete/Closed
Emma had spent time buzzing around her trailer making sure that the usually immaculate space was just as immaculate as always. She had bits and pieces of her art all over her trailer including a dagger that had been given to her by Adrian that she was currently deciding just exactly what she wanted to do with it. She picked it up with the red cloth that she kept it in and slid it into a drawer. It wasn't something she wanted Autumn to see.
The bracelet Emma had made for Autumn sat on the counter in a purple, velvet style bag with a silvery coloured drawstring. She wet her lower lip and pushed her fingers through her hair. It was a little dishevelled, she'd been creating things all day, her fingers ached in the good way that meant she'd been doing a lot of work, hard work, and there was a niggling feeling in the back of her mind, a low and deep feeling that told her she needed to feed soon and as much as she fought against it, she knew it would happen soon whether she wanted to or not otherwise bad things would happen.
Her heart was hammering with excitement at Autumn coming to visit and for some reason she'd changed her outfit twice, trying to work out which one looked best before she'd just gone for a pair of jeans and a fitted t-shirt. It wasn't too dissimilar to what she'd been wearing earlier, just clean and fresh. The ends of her hair were still a little damp from being in the shower, though her hair had mostly dried by now (with the aid of a quick blast from her hairdryer, as ancient and wheezy as it was).
Her bare feet were on the rough carpet of her trailer floor, toenails painted in a bright blue colour that matched the paint on her fingernails, though on her hands it was a little chipped. She hadn't thought to put another coat on it at the moment, it would only get ruined and it was something good for her to fiddle with when she had nothing else to do. She knew it was ridiculous; the woman was ancient (even if she didn't look it) and had seen many beauties and didn't have the time for the fascinations of a young woman who was only a baby in comparison, but Emma couldn't help the way she was just... taken with the red-headed beauty. It was... difficult to explain.
Emma's eyes had consistently been tracking to the clock on the wall after she'd shut down her laptop, trying to keep busy to make the time pass. Her stall was shut for the day: she'd spent the time making new things so she'd have a whole fresh set of items to put out in the morning and she was proud of everything she'd made so far, especially the bangle for the Bassrae.
It was nearly ten thirty. Emma was... well, the only way to describe how she was feeling was anxious excited.